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Show Peppermint I-'onda than boys around here." I thought I had told Andrea all about Barton before. I thought I had explained how sick he made me. "Boys around here are not perfect, Carly. I can't believe different has to be worse." Andrea had put her mirror away and was looking at me in a serious way. She had four brothers, counting the twins, and I was sure she had a point. She would know better than I would about boys. "Probably not," I agreed. "But don't expect a prince charming, and don't expect him to be irrestiblee" Nobody could be that wrong. Somebody was, and that somebody was Renae„ The same Renae who hadn't spoken to me for months, was suddenly a close friend, or so she pretended to be. I'm not sure when she first saw Barton, but I guess that didn't matter. The fact was, she did see him. And for some unknown reason, she liked what she saw. Barton looked the same to me, except a little taller and a lot snobbier. He had Aunt Georgia's dark hair, and Uncle Williams slendar build. His eyes were brown, and he wore glasses when he read. The day he came he wore navy dress pants with a striped sweater. The stripes were dull shades of blue and brown, nothing loud or liberal. He reminded me of a miniture business-man on his day off. Only Barton was here for almost two weeks, eleven days to be exact. "Who's that gorgeous guy staying with you, Carly?" She asked during P.E. The only other class I had with her was pa's class, and I guess she didn't want pa to know she was interested. I imagine he already had a clue if he'd paid attention to Renae strolling by with a few of her group. Our house was at the end of town and a little off the beaten track. I don't remember Renae coming near here since my ten-year-old birthday. For some |
